“Yes, yes,” she chants, the words like music to my ears.
My teeth are clenched so tight as intensity spirals through me while I watch her. She looks so fucking good, so fucking perfect, and my heart is pounding so hard it’s a wonder it doesn’t smash through my chest.
“Almost there,” she moans, and I pump my finger faster, drawing circles around her clit with my thumb. Her grip around my forearm tightens so much that her fingernails dig into the corded muscle.
I crook my finger inside her, and she falls apart. Her walls clench around me, and the muscles in her body coil as she rides out her release. Blissful moans pull from her mouth, and I know for a fact that this moment is indelibly seared in my brain forever.
As she comes down, I pull my hand out of her panties.
I admire the glistening of her arousal on my middle finger before I plunge it into my mouth and curl my tongue around her juices. Fire races through my bloodstream as her taste suffuses through my mouth.
My eyes roll. There’s still a lot I want to do with my life, and a hell of a lot I still want to do with Maddie as I take her through her firsts, but if I died right now, with the flavor of her release bursting on my tongue, I couldn’t complain.
I rest my hand on her hip, the pad of my thumb scraping along the outline of her hip bone, when her eyes flutter open.
“Well?” I ask, a cocky sureness in my voice.
Her gaze is hooded and groggy, her face flushed, and it’s the prettiest damn sight I’ve ever seen in my life.
“Rhys, that was … wow.”
I make a pleased sound in my throat. “You were such a good girl for me, taking my finger like that.”
Something sparks to life in her eyes. “And now,” she begins, a devious tone to her voice, “let’s see if you’ll be a good boy for me.”
31
MADDIE
Ican’t believe an orgasm can feel like that. I’ve gotten myself off before, but what Rhys just did to me … my head is still too light and scattered to form words.
But it can form a desire: I want to pay Rhys back for how good he made me feel.
I could feel the hard beam of his erection pressing against me the whole time, and I know it must be screaming for relief.
Rhys lies back as I prop myself on my knees, my hands reaching for the button of his jeans.
“You don’t have to,” he says, though there’s no missing the need caught in his throat that thickens his voice. “This is about?—”
I let out ashhhsound. “About me,” I mimic his words with a light tease. “I know. And I want to get experience, remember? I want to know what I’m doing.”
Truthfully, I have no idea what to do with a penis. I don’t want to reveal myself as totally incompetent the first time a future partner whips it out on me.
An unpleasant feeling weighs in my chest for a moment at the thought of a future partner other than Rhys, but it quicklymelts away. There’s no room in my body for negative feelings, not while my panties are soaked from what Rhys just did to me, not while my eyes are crawling all over his bare torso.
And what a torso it is.
The planes of his chest so vast, the muscles on his shoulders so rounded and boulder-like, the peaks and valleys of his abs so deeply cut, and the v shape that’s carved low on his body, pointing salaciously below his belt line. And all those features coated with detailed body art adding a characteristic edge to his appearance …
A pleased shudder ripples through me. I’ve seen Rhys without his shirt on before, but this is different.
Rhys nods. “Okay,” he says, and he settles his head against my pillow.
I quickly tug his pants off but take more time with his boxers. They look so damn good plastered to his trim hips, with his bulge huge as his erect cock throbs in the tight confines of the fabric.
I run my hand over his bulge, and the heat radiating from his cock sends sparks skittering through me. My eyelids disappear when I drag his boxers down his hips, and his dick springs to life, throbbing in the air.
My eyes stay riveted to it, enthralled by his erect manhood as I work his boxers down the rest of his legs and let them drop to the floor.